I'm Mrs. Styles

This is the sequel to 'I'm Pregnant'. If you haven't read the first one I do recommend reading it to understand the second one.
Stella was left off in the hospital bed with Harry by her side once again. Niall was left a new girl Brenda. Brenda just came out of the blue but could she be seeking something more than love? Envy?Hatred? Revenge?


11. The Folks

           "Dinner is on the table. We should head there and after I'll show you the rest of the house." Harry said as he headed to the dining room. I walked behind them and followed them into the room. 
          "Oh! Who made dinner?" My mum asked. She sat down next to me and as Harry sat at the head of the table he said "We both did actually." 
            My dad sat right next to her and looked at Harry. Harry looked terrified. I put my napkin on my leg and reach for Harry's leg. He looked at me and moved his leg away. He put his head down and fixed himself up the chair. 
         "So! Does anyone want to make it any more uncomfortable?" My dad said. He turned to Harry and he took a sip of his wine. "Harry. What do you do for a living?" He said. Harry looked surprised.
        "Oh. Well I guess I'm not that successful! Haha! Ermm. I'm in a band. It's called One Direction." Harry explained.
         "They never really are it so it's okay if you don't make it." My dad whispered  into his glass as he took another sip of wine. 
         "Ahem. Umm well-" Harry tried explaining but was cut off by my dad. 
         "Im just saying that you should have a back up plan. You don't want to fail right?" My mom gave my dad a dirty look. 
         "What I'm being realistic. You know what happened to your sister and that 'friend' of hers. I just don't want that to happen to our baby!" He said. I couldnt believe it. 
         "I'm sorry" I whispered to Harry. He nodded his head and tried his best not to say anything. I grabbed his clenched hand. He became a bit more at ease. 
          The dinner was eaten pretty quickly and was practically silent. There was no conversation going on. It was mostly between my mom and dad. 
           "We'll clean up later. Harry and I will show you around the house." I say to them as we get up from the table. 
            We walked to the living room and they seemed pretty pleased nothing to extravagant. "Let's show them the game room." I say to Harry. 
            We walked into the game room. "And here we are." 
           "Wow! This must have cost you a fortune! You have two pool tables! Oh wow! You have three pinball machines! You even have Pac-man!" My mom said. My dad didn't looked so pleased. He probably thought that it was a waste of money. 
           "Let's move on." I say to Harry. We walked out into the hallway and on to the next room. 
           "And this is where I keep all my awards and magazines" Harry said. Pictures of Harry from photo shoots and the rest of the boys were placed among the walls and there you saw the Brit they won and the MTV Moonman awards were placed in a cabinet against a wall. 
       "These are yours?" My dad asked as he walked into the room. There were stacks of several magazines with One Direction splattered on there. Harry smiled as he saw my dad's astonished face knowing that he is extremely successful. 
         "Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I just feel like education is a lot more important and should always come first." My dad extended his hand out. "I hope you accept my apology. 
           "Apology accepted." They shook hands and my mom grabbed my arm and pulled me off to the side. 
           "He's rich! Never leave him! I'm telling you just-"
            "Mom. Stop please. I love him. You are ridiculous. You guys exactly the same. You all disgust me. You have to leave." 
             "Don't you ever fucking talk to your mother that way. You little bitch!" Then she turns red and right when she broke she slapped me. 
             "Get the fuck out of my house." I couldn't believe it. Right when I gave them another chance to redeem themselves for using me for their own personal gain. She storms off and grabs her purse. She comes back and tells me "Ont you dare come back running to us." 
           "Don't worry. Plus don't worry about me ending up like you two." She turns and leaves. I hear my father and Harry arguing in the room. I quickly start to move behind Harry. 
            "What? No! You need to fucking leave!" Harry says.  My dad tried to get his hands on him. He swung and Harry ducked. I wasn't so fast and he hit me. 
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